Running Away
by Susan70
Posted: Saturday, August 30, 2003 Word Count: 137 Summary: A sonnet about trying to escape but being pulled back |
Running Away
I crossed my hometown out with a red felt tip
I ran my fingers round the edge of the new
and faintly marked lines of another equipped
to make a fresh impression. Reality grew
on the map. The country smelt of oranges
I pushed the door. The air revived my smile.
The sea, the salt on my tongue, the sunlit changes
All lit up the room. I loved to wake as a child
in a new bed, not mine. I felt away and out
of my skin. But home pulled me. As a coil
I stretched as far as I could, returning with a shout
more times than I could bear, the new fruit spoiled.
The escape became my old room. Disappointment stale,
I swallowed it, slunk in my shell on the bed, a snail.
I crossed my hometown out with a red felt tip
I ran my fingers round the edge of the new
and faintly marked lines of another equipped
to make a fresh impression. Reality grew
on the map. The country smelt of oranges
I pushed the door. The air revived my smile.
The sea, the salt on my tongue, the sunlit changes
All lit up the room. I loved to wake as a child
in a new bed, not mine. I felt away and out
of my skin. But home pulled me. As a coil
I stretched as far as I could, returning with a shout
more times than I could bear, the new fruit spoiled.
The escape became my old room. Disappointment stale,
I swallowed it, slunk in my shell on the bed, a snail.